Analysis of Living Out of a Suitcase

They say home is where the heart is
so I guess this is my home
although I can't sleep in it
I live through it
It's been mine for forever
well not forever
or even before I can remember
there was a time before this

I had a house a real house
but it was not a home
my father wasn't around
my mother was but her mind was not
I was alone
so I left
I was 15
with no idea of what was next

It was fun at first
it was me, my bear, and my suitcase
the first night I slept by a pier
peered across the water with no fear
when I woke I up
it was me and my suitcase
my bear was gone
along with my childhood

from that day on I've been walking
and searching
but searching for something
youll never find
is the very thing
that will ruin a mind
and so with every step my heart breaks
because I'm living out of a suitcase